What is in our world today?Our world is bottled up with hatred, discrimination, and ignorance,Beliefs of entitlement, greedy motivations, and fear,All of which are suppressing love, acceptance, and education,The will to work, generous thoughts, and ease.

We despise each other and ourselves,Unable to find satisfactionIn what we and others have or do not have,In what we and others already are or are not,Because hating is easier than loving.

We can't stand those that are different,Or even those that are like us.We just keep pointing fingers, saying,"You did this! They did that!"As if that would solve the issue.(It really doesn't, it only makes things worse.)

We don't look at the other side.Our myopic minds cannot,Excuse me, will notPut ourselves in others' shoes.

We turn against each other like a flip of a coin,Or, at times, for the coin,Even devouring ourselves from the inside out.

In another world, our problems do not existThey would be taken up, cast out, and replaced by a new set of issues,Issues that we have never even considered before.Perhaps that other world would be worse,But I just hope that it would be better.

After reading the first couple of pages of The Catcher in the Rye, I was told to write in the tone of Holden Caulfield. I thought that Caulfield was kind of whiny, was sporadic in addressing his topics, and didn't feel like in explaining in thorough detail. Well, here it is, my interpretation of the tone of Holden Caulfield:

I would like to just say that at this point, I'm just tired.

I mean, not completely worn out and dead or anything, but I'm tired. All of this schoolwork and this stress; it just really runs me down, you know? I don't know why I'm being so unmotivated. Like, I'll do what I'm supposed to do eventually, but that usually means at the last minute. Then I really test my patience. And it's annoying. This hasn't really happened to this extent before. I've always been relatively focused and able to easily complete my homework and projects and whatnot before, say, the morning of the due date without much of a problem, but now it's like, I don't know. I'm just really unmotivated, I guess. I don't want to get into the details or anything, but I'm just so tired.

It must be my summer attitude carrying over into the school year. Yeah, that must be it. Haha, I was so lazy in the summer. Those were good days, golden days. Like, actually golden because the sun hits everything and everything had a golden tinge. I was so relaxed. I was allowed to do whatever I wanted to do when I wanted to do it. The only thing that really bothered me were the WiFi restrictions. I'm not "responsible enough," according to my parents, so they control the amount of time that I'm online. I mean, I guess I understand their logic, but it really holds me back sometimes. During the summer, it was from 12:00 to about 4:30, but I had to share this time with my little sis sometimes. She had ping pong on most days, but when she didn't, I had to share. It was kind of annoying. She'd bug me and remind me in the last seconds of my WiFi time that it was going to be her turn very soon. It was horrible when I was trying to do my summer assignment. I say trying because most of the time, I just opened up my assignment, and just kind of sat there while I did other things. Like eat. And watch TV. And just be hedonistic overall. Do the things that I knew that I wouldn't have time for during the school year.

Speaking of which, the school year. Oh my. I can't wait for midterms and finals and AP exams and whatnot to start rolling in. I was talking to a friend of mine today, Iris, from Purple Lambs Will Fly, about this. I realized that I would have to take my APUSH and AP Calc AB midterms on the same day. Ugh, that's going to be a pain. I know the other subjects will be easier, though. I mean, physics is just "plug and chug," bio is just remembering a bunch of different things that fit together like a puzzle, APLAC is a whole ton of writing, and French is... Well, French. So I'm okay for the other subjects. Just APUSH and AP Calc AB are worrying me. Two of my hardest midterms on the same day. Man, I really deserve a break. I should just chill off and not care sometimes. But if I do that, I'll sacrifice my grades. I can't afford that. I have to "get into college in order to get a job in order to buy living essentials in order to survive and maybe even get married in the process, in which case, I'll probably have children and then I'd have to provide for my children too."

I am from adrenaline,From excitement and constant yelps of alarm.I am from having too much energy than is good for anyone,From grass stains, callused hands, some wound from somewhere,And the occasional splinterWhen things come crashing down.But I am from being okay,From Band-Aids or not even bothering.I am from shouts and bruises,And after a while, everything is numb.I am from awkwardness, judgement, and being the weirdo (and I’m proud),And am I a social antisocialIf the social socials only stay in their herds,And there are more antisocials than socials;By that logic, they would be the antisocial socials and I’d be the social social,But anything is alright.I am from “Titanium”,From “Walk Away”, and most definitely am I from a “Mad World”.I am from never resting my voice, not even on sick days,From “singing Radiohead at the top of my lungs,”And begging, “Please don’t stop the music.”I am from string-sawing and stiff, cold fingersThat somehow, when they feel like it, Create nicely flowing melodiesAnd spontaneous old tunes.I’m from a picture,And it has much too many dreadful details.I am from fixing something too much or too little.I’m from too many spheres, fruit, fur, flowers, trees, lines, and tortoises.Don’t forget the blending, houses, more lines, Vehicles of transportation, notorious angles, and clouds.Especially the clouds.And why do I always end up with shiny hands no matter the precautions I’ve taken,Or splatters of color in the most random of places?I’m from heavy backpacks with heavy binders, Heavy textbooks, And even heavy folders inside.I’m from being the “Goody-Miss-Two-Shoes” and the “Teacher’s Pet”,But seriously, I was only aiming for the A... Plus.Okay, maybe I actually participated in class.I’m from a cycle of procrastination, stress, and last but not least,Thinking about how I really needed to get rid of this habit.I’m from saying afterward, “Nah, maybe tomorrow.”I am from “just another stride”,Lacking the speed, but never the spirit, And I still recall the chant of B-O-R-O, Boro Boro, go go!I am from watching others get cheered on, But the voices never found my name.I’m from a new and better suited home, trying to get this flick in the wrist,That perfect angle, and unconsciously achieving the desired C.I’m from umbrellas, a foot and two inches, From Dad, bagels, and bipolar weather.I am from missing by a few feet, dropping my arms, and strange run-ups.Luckily, I didn’t get speared, squashed, or decapitated from stray implements;We’ll see how I am in a few more seasons.I am from witnessing my favorite characters getting killed by bombs,And from experiencing authors who just really wanted to kill all of their characters.I’m from a place where “people are real” and “people matter”,Where we are always as hungry as a caterpillar,And where I see plenty of mice, but sadly, I never have any cookies on me.I am from always wanting to adopt a female dog named Jack,Or even befriending a wolfdog named White Fang.I am from the house of Gryffindor, and I’m obviously Divergent.I’m from a world that has horrible endings, endings that I want to frame,And where some endings are not actually endings at all, Because there’s always a sequel.I’m from never finding the perfect reading position, But I’m always too comfy to move.I’m from starting to travel on my own,From staying up until one AM for the food that never arrived, Or three AM playing ping-pong and hanging out,Or even until five AM, teasing the Zombie and ranting about the KKS.I am from business plans and nails and last second preparations,From a scary arm for throwing things, especially foam footballs,And from inventing the new and best version of the knock-knock joke.I’m from the high altitudes, maybe even too high,Joking around, making shapes with my Tsamba, and enjoying my yogurt.I’m from watching failing attempts at shoveling manure,And from song trade-offs over the walkie-talkie.I am from effects of an earthquake, stones in the river, thunder, and sandstorms.I am from a haunted house, dolls’ eyes, and the darkness,Although light is even worse.I am from a fictional alternate universe I’ve created in my dreams,From three-eyed mummies, giant laughing frogs, and flashing faces.I am from “The Storm” and “Pack”.I am from the number nine, 7:43 AM, and from being twice misidentified,Thrice if typos count.Where am I from?Ultimately, I am from Earth,Or from the stars.I am from the first Hydrogen atom,The first living organism.I may be from a giant man standing among clouds,Or a giant spaghetti monster in the sky.I am from Life, Death, and everything in between.In the end, I am from friends, family, and strangers, But most importantly,I am from Me, Myself, and I.

Yes, I've started my photography phase, and I love it! So, basically, I take a bunch of really cool pictures, and then I "fix them up" and they turn out pretty cool. Again, please rate them from scales of 1-10!